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The two Ioyful Lovers, / OR, / A true pattern of Love. / The Maid at first was most unkinde, / Yet bore at last a faithful minde: / For Cupid with his Bow and Shield. / At last did force her for to yield.Robins, ThomasUniversity of California - Santa BarbaraThe Early Modern CenterEnglish Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA)DirectorPatricia FumertonAssociate DirectorCarl G Stahmer?-?Early Modern Center, University of California Santa BarbaraSanta Barbara, CA06/18/201432956

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R1828221Fancies Phoenix.UNKNOWNFancies Phoenix.AWake, awake from slumbring sleep, / O heart why art thou fix'd so sure?
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1: 155The two Ioyful Lovers, / OR, / A true pattern of Love. / The Maid at first was most unkinde, / Yet bore at last a faithful minde: / For Cupid with his Bow and Shield. / At last did force her for to yield.The two Joyful Lovers,
OR,
A true pattern of Love.
The Maid at first was most unkinde,
Yet bore at last a faithful minde:
For Cupid with his Bow and Shield.
At last did force her for to yield.The two Joyful Lovers, OR, A true pattern of Love. The Maid at first was most unkind, Yet bore at last a faithful mind: For Cupid with his Bow and Shield. At last did force her for to yield.Robins, Thomas?-?Sarah Tyus

The two Joyful Lovers,OR,A true pattern of Love.The Maid at first was most unkinde,Yet bore at last a faithful minde:For Cupid with his Bow and Shield.At last did force her for to yield.The Tune is, Fancies Phoenix.

AWake, awake from slumbring sleep,O heart why art thou fix'd so sure?Why doth thou thus for fancy weep,for those that cannot thee endure,Or why should I myself disgraceWith doting on a Maidens face;O no, O no, I will break that strife,And live and dye a single life.If she had prov'd as true to mee,as I in heart did vow to be,No cause she would have had to ruemy heart so stedfast is and true:And still I scorn to change my minde,What though she prove to me unkinde;onely she must be my Wife,Or else I'le live a single life.O Cupid now, come let mee know,Why I should thus abused be,The truth unto mee now come show,I am sure the fault is all in thee,And cause of this my mournful cry,Therefore come ease my misery;And rid me of this home-bred strife,Or I vow to live a single life.

Go tell my Mistriss it is I,she must and cannot chuse but love,I pray thee let thy arrows fly;that she may true and constant prove,For I no cause at all can seeI should go bound, and she go free,Perswade her for to end the strife,Or I vow to live a single life.No man can tell except he trythe grief, and care, and misery:A man in love may soon obtainand be rewarded with disdain:So hard in heart some Maidens are,Young men I pray you have a care:For fear your heart be fill'd with strife,No, rather chuse a single life.But stay, mee-thinks, I hear a voice,and harmony within mine ear,I think it is my onely joys,the voice of her I love most dear,Forbear a while and you shall see,My love and I in unity.I hope that she will end the strife,And yeeld now for to be my Wife.

The second part, Being the Maidens answer to herself, being alone as she sup-posed, having a Cittern in her hand, she began to sing as followeth: To thesame Tune.

COme, come away, my dearest Dear,make haste methinks thou stayes too long,I am in fault I greatly fear,blinde Cupid he hath done this wrong,But now I fear with grief and pain,A love-sick-heart with sorrow slain:Would God I were his Marryed wife,Or else for love I lose my life.I several sorts of Suitors have,that doth desire my company,And all of them my love doth crave,yet I to them make this reply,Forbear your suite trouble not me,A single life from care is free:But yet to end up all the strife,Would God I were my True-loves Wife.'Tis he I vow and onely he,that best deserves the fruits of Love,I vow to him constant to be,while life doth last, I true will prove,Would God that he were standing by,To hear my doleful harmony,He would have then his heatts desire,What civilly he could require.

Therefore content thyself dear friend,my heart is fired now forever,And shall be while my life doth end,thy onely joy thou mayest recover,Therefore I once again reply,Would God my Dear were standing by,For I am resolved to end the strife,Would God I were his married Wife.I hearing of this kinde reply,with musick sweet from my dearest Dear,With courage bold I then drew near,forgetting all my former care;And with a salutation sweetWe did each other kindly greet.Shee yeilded what I did require,And granted me my hearts desire,So to conclude, we married were,according unto Gods Decree,In love we live void of all carein joy, in peace. and unity:You Maidens all which hear this song,Pray have a care you do no wrong:But if your Loves be true and kinde,Be sure to bear a faithful minde.